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17 November 2010

Even in the thick of grief, C. S. Lewis has a way with words. He writes this of his wife, and I share this in thinking of Ewan:

Did you ever know, dear, how much you took away with you when you left? You have stripped me even of my past, even of the things we never shared. I was wrong to say the stump was recovering from the pain of the amputation. I was deceived because it has so many ways to hurt me that I discover them only one by one.

8 comments:

My dearest Kirsten. Nothing I can say hasn't already been said, but I do hope that the power of our prayers are reaching you and your aching heart. As Ewan reaches mine every single day. Because of him, I am given the opportunity to love more than I could have imagined. He truly IS a blessing. And you, my dear sweet friend, are an angel yourself.

Kirsten, though we don't know each other I have followed your posts for weeks and have been praying for you all the time. Your love for that beautiful angel warms my heart. All over the world, prayers are going up for you and for Ewan. The precious memory of him will live on forever.